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FILD Method
Sleeping at about 11pm
Woken up at 4am

After drinking a large glass of tea and diet coke I went to sleep. I woke up at 4am to attempt the FILD method for the first time and to great results. If you still have not managed to go lucid I recommend this as it worked on my first time.
I went to sleep tapping my fingers on my bed and the next thing I knew when my finger touched down it was transformed into a blue brush tool in Photoshop. I had placed a random blue dot off of the screen where it shouldn't be. The second this was placed I knew I was finally lucid. I went to grab for the pen tool in Photoshop and that's when I woke up.
Great I actually got this, now I need to try this tapping method again.
I went back to sleep attempting the same thing and I was transported to this dark grey room. There were large colored rectangles flying and bouncing off the walls. I decided I didn't want to move at all instead I just rubbed my hands together and watched the rectangles. I thought If I moved too soon I might move my real body and wake up so I continued to stand there. Blocks were flying through my body and I observed the hollow insides of them while they passed thinking about where I was. All of a sudden I had this urge to save my best friend who was being attacked by a zombie and I woke up.

4/29/13

Last night, bed at 10pm.

DR 12:30am
I'm showing someone "I hope this is how yo put product out correctly

4:23
Making winter version of chocolate easter bunnies called "winter bunny".

I was at the cinema in my full length coat with a friend, oddly though I wasn't wearing anything underneath. We seemed to be going to see a film as a group event. We all met in what appeared to be the entrance hall of the cinema, there was about 50 people in total. The lady who was at the head of it all was stood right in the middle of everyone. She was about half a foot shorter than myself with long black hair. She had an hourglass figure and was wearing a shirt and jeans that showed it off. The shirt was a dark redish and the jeans a very light grey. Just as we were starting to get organised someone came up to her and informed her that her daughter had unfortunately died of a heart attack earlier that day. Immediately she broke down in tears and fell to her knees, everybody else was in a shocked silence. Out of nowhere my little brother made his way to me through the crowd. He whispered to me and begged me to save her daughter. I said I'd try my best and promptly went outside. This is where it gets interesting considering I wasn't lucid. I put my palms to the ground and sapphire gemstones started flying around me, getting faster and faster until everything stopped moving... then started moving in reverse. Somehow I teleported to her daughters primary school and just in time too. Her teacher was mowing the lawn next door and the kids were playing on a grassy field. One of them, a young girl with black hair very similar to her mothers stopped dead. She looked very pale and as if she wasn't fully conscious. The last thing she said was to call an ambulance.

Meanwhile someone was whispering in my ear what do to. I think it may have been the archers system but it told me to rub my fingers together and this green powder appeared. It looked like finely crushed emerald dust. I sprinkled it on her head and sure enough she moved a little showing she was still alive. Suddenly a huge slug looking monster appeared from nowhere. I immediately turned and ran, I ran through the main primary school building and hid, the monster didn't see me so I went straight out of the other side. I found myself in my old primary school playground. I ran out of the gate and over the wall, I knew the monster would be after me so it would be putting them in danger to stay. I continued down the road meeting up with two of my friends, we ran up a road and was immediately caught up in a load of vines that had small electric charges in them.

At this point my flatmate knocked on my door and woke me up -.- Interesting dream though

Morning of April 29, 2014. Tuesday.



I am in an unknown region of what may be Waukon, Iowa (this is loosely connected to the other dream about clearing the yard, but not a direct extension, I do not think). It is mostly farmland and I seem to be going north, though it is not certain due to the somewhat unfamiliar nature of the landscapes. This, though, seems to have a vague link to the “Muffler Man and Long Horn Steer” attraction. (See Link) It was supposedly manufactured where my father was born, which I did not know until today. (My dreams do this all the time, that is, reveal completely unknown, even otherwise “unknowable”, information, which I usually leave out of my entries to keep them a little less convoluted, as they are usually convoluted enough already.)

I eventually go into a recurring type of dream state where I am wandering down old back roads; this time in my “orb” form and sometimes in my physical form, depending on the steepness of the hill. I end up at an old farm, which would otherwise be an urban area in reality, I believe. The “long horn steer statue” is actually a living minotaur. The imposing creature is about two feet taller than me, at least, and has a muscular body and a huge head. At least three farmers (who are dressed more as 1940s radio cowboys than farmers) have a hold of him with ropes connected to a large collar as they lead him out of an enclosed area that looks like a composite of an open or half-built barn and a covered picnic area of a park. Other farmers stand around. There is a cow pasture and an area where horses are kept, as well as a cornfield. It is a fairly large area all connected to the same people who seem to share the work and profits.

It seems the farmers are suspicious of me and my visible ethnicity (as was often the case in real life). And of course, they think I am part Asian. However, I tell them that I am American and that I can help them with some sort of magic power that I seem to have at this stage. The minotaur huffs and puffs dramatically, and moves it legs up and down in a sort of “ready to charge” manner, looking a bit silly, like jogging in place. I boldly pet it and move my hand over its huge nose and face in a loving way. It is almost like petting a giant dog’s head and it is right down close to my face as it bends down. It seems to calm down a bit and the men are surprised. It seems the men keep the minotaur as a “pet” to bring “good luck” to their farm and to keep the livestock and crops healthy.

I tell them that I will do all I can to keep the farm in its best state. When I go towards another area where there are horses, I actually hear the minotaur talking to the men in a gruff human voice in a nearly poetic rhythm, “when the crops and livestock are healthiest and the farm is whole again, I will kill the witch” (meaning he, the minotaur, intends to kill me). I am not sure if this is solely out of some sort of jealously on the part of the minotaur (though you would think he would be annoyed at being treated and kept as just a pet and “good luck charm”) or because they (the farmers) do not want to pay me for my “work” (I do not remember what payment was agreed upon).

Instead of doing an in-dream augmented focus and routine of sorts to bring a blessing over the farm, I move my hands in a manner that lifts the group (including the minotaur) into a whirlwind that results in crashing them down into the ground and destroying them. I then lift the horses into the air from a distance and release them into a different farm’s field, although the cows are let out into the road and race along, mooing over their new-found freedom. One man riding a horse (not with the other group) ends up “sitting in mid-air” in a comical manner (appearing as one would on a bucking bronco, but with nothing underneath him) when the horse is instantly shifted out from under him to join the others.

The cornfield seems to remain healthy and will feed or help the other local farmers who had lost money to some sort of government scandal.

I then somehow make large embossed-like indentations in a barn’s roof (almost like footprints made by an invisible foot and rather nosily) of various symbolic forms of master number twenty-two (including the fleur-de-lys, the “kissing swans”, the “medicine bag”, and the “heart on the horizon”).

Morning of April 29, 2014. Tuesday.



My wife and I are living in Cubitis seemingly in the present. However, it looks as it did in the early 1970s for the most part until the shorter trip northward.

In my dream, I wake up on Easter in my old bedroom. When I look out the southernmost window (west wall of room) to the north, I notice two cars parked in the driveway and another one parked north to south in the yard near where the three silver oaks had been (but are not in the yard in my dream). I tell my wife about it and we are both really annoyed at this. The people are possibly visitors of the newer people who moved into the house north of us (Harold M’s old house) on the other side of the orange grove. A little later, I notice a rusty old car body only (with no chassis to be seen anywhere) blocking the driveway near where it opens out onto Highway Seventeen, oriented south to north. This makes me really aggravated, because it means that in order to walk beyond our house, we would have to walk down into the culvert and out again to get to the wayside of the highway (oddly, I do not consider walking through the neighbor’s yard). I say this to my wife.

Later, I go outside and see that there is another junk car (body only, no chassis) also longways blocking another driveway two houses to the south. I wonder what other people are thinking of these other invasive people. I notice that part of the house now actually looks like our present one, which does not seem that unusual at the time; that is, it has the “same” porch and living room at that point, but perpendicular to how it really would be in reality.

After a time, I notice an old (1969?) John Deere tractor heading my way, first noticing it approaching from about four houses south. It has no driver (but travels mostly in an even path) and eventually stops when it crashes with a thud into the southwestern corner of our porch (this is probably a distorted “replay” of when a car crashed into our porch in real life).

A little later, it seems my father is alive and well and living at our address (yet seems only around fifty and fairly muscular - though he was very muscular even in his seventies, when he still sometimes looked to be around his late forties when compared to others). He has some folded papers that he takes out of his left pants pocket which relate to a list of some things (as a receipt) I supposedly bought in 1984 and he seems concerned about all the money I spent but for some reason, I tell him that I did not actually buy any of whatever is in the list, but that it is some sort of “prop” for a stage play or some such. We pick up and arrange some tools in the shed, putting things back where they should be.

We decide to clean up the yard, starting with the tractor and the car body at the end of our driveway. My father somehow effortlessly picks up the John Deere tractor with one hand and arm and I pick up the car body with one hand and arm. It does not seem that unusual that we are doing this. We go north one additional section beyond the neighbor to the north where there is a (fictional) junkyard and place the two items in a pile. The area (same owners?) also seems to serve partly as a lumber company. The owners are walking around and had told us where to put the “junk” and after we set it down, we return to remove the parked cars, which seems a bit “mean”, but also amusing. We receive a fairly small payment.

After this, I enjoy some intimate time with three very passive younger copies of my wife in the southern side-yard who are also all dressed identically in yellowish and white (somewhat bridal-looking, but above the knees) formal ruffled dresses, though I can only seem to “work” with two at a time. There are a few other (unknown) people walking around who I mostly ignore. At this point, my dream intensifies into full lucidity (and lasts a fairly long time) and I have the usual concern about what my real body is doing at the time or whether I am uncovered in reality while in my dream. This does not shorten or negate my dream, though. (At least I am not focused on whether or not my real body is sleepwalking in the street during busy traffic during full dream lucidity, as I sometimes do.)

This is an easy one for me because I could also feel in it. (Feel is used in terms of pressure and not like hot, cold, or pain for this dream.)

I was about 6(irl) when I had my first LD. I went to bed like normal but I woke up again. The first thing I saw was my intestines wrapped around the other end of the spike that I was impaled on. It was to dark to see much of anything else but I could hear other things around me. I could make out what looked like other people on them also. This would not have been that bad but I could feel myself slipping farther down the spike and I could feel my intestines getting caught/ pulled out. I decided to try to climb off of it. As I started to climb I noticed that my hands felt wet and I could smell the blood. I almost made it to the top when I lost my grip and fell farther down the spike. I had to pull myself together to climb back up again. It was harder climbing down once I got off and when I touched the ground I woke up.

Hello. I figured I would post some of my old dreams that I took control of after getting tired of them. May be these methods will help some of you to.

I was having a nightmare (LD) that I was running away from something but it kept on getting me and then the dream would reset. After about 5 times of this I decided I didn't want to do this anymore. I closed my eyes and concentrated on making a door appear next to me. After a little bit of concentrating I opened my eyes and went through the door. In here was a completely blank "room" where I began to make anything I wanted. I started small with some friends then a roller-coaster and eventually ended up playing quittage (I was in like middle school). I used this method to help with a lot of nightmares when I was little.

Remembering went so good, but today I couldn't remember my dream. =(

I think I know what caused it, it was because I was upset/extremely stressed. In my mind I thought I was calmed down, but I probably wasn't.

Well I hope I remember my dream tomorrow.

i just remember a portion of my dream vaguely being lucid. I was just walking around like o shit this is a dream. i tried to think of stuff to do but couldnt come up with any ideas. eventually i lost lucidness.so yea next time just center in lucidness and dont fuck around

#309 - FILD/DEILD - 5:41AM

I awaken from some dream where I was trying to find my car. I remember to try FILD but for some reason I interlocked my fingers and placed my hands on my chest. I used only the index finger of my right hand to tap. I am not sure if FILD worked as an anchor or if I was already set up to DEILD but it was only a few seconds before I felt vibes. My hands became extremely uncomfortable and with effort I pushed my hands out in front of me and slowly got out of bed. I think of goals but the dream is super unstable so I begin rubbing my hands as I wander around.

I find myself in the kitchen and there is a woman who looks a lot like my wife's boss. She's wanting me to make coffee. I am not sure if she told me to do it or if I just knew that's what she wanted, but that's what I began doing. I told myself to just play along and go for the ride while I wait for stability. Basically, I was fully lucid but I gave up most of the dream control and just watched the scene play out.

I have some sort of stove top peculator and electric coffee maker hybrid on the stove. I fumble with a filter and the grounds. I pull up the water and realize I am loading a metallic carafe. I quickly switch to a glass one. She's already trying to get a cup of coffee but it's just starting. I say something about it being super strong but she can just add some hot water to dilute it. Suddenly, the dream fades out and I partially awaken.

I go back into DEILD mode and the vibrations start right away. I decide to wait a little while hoping the dream will come to me without my having to struggle so much to stabilize. Sadly, I quickly lose lucidity and have a false awakening.

I am in bed but I am doing either a podcast or a radio show. I only hear the audio but I am having a conversation with the woman from my kitchen and some man that sounds a lot like John B. Wells. The woman was talking about her version of the dream. She says there was so much poop on the floor and I was having a hard time keeping up with her coffee drinking. I figure the poop part was only in her version but the coffee making was a connection. I shout out, “COFFEE! THAT'S A HIT!” The man starts talking over me but I jump in again, “SHARED DREAMING! WE DID IT! THAT'S A HIT!” I calm down a bit now. “Wouldn't you say that we were in the same dream?”
The woman says something like she thinks maybe it was but she's not sure.
I ask, “Will you do me a favor? Write it all down in detail and...”
The man starts talking over me again asking the woman some unrelated question. She replies to him totally ignoring me.
I become desperate. I feel like this was a signification dream exchange and they aren't seeing it. I beg, “Guys... PLEASE.” The dream fades and I wake up.

Regular= Non-lucid Bold=Lucid

I am coming down from the cafeteria, to the band room, only to see that we are eating at a Taco Bell inside the school. I sit down and talk with my friends, noticed in particular my girlfriend and Joe(freind) Then, my youth pastor, who sometimes comes to our lunch and talks to us kids says come outside were doing something different. So we all go outside and it's like sunset. This really annoying sub says you guys can't go out more than 100 meters from the school because it's late. So everybody goes inside except for a few. I stay out with 2 friends and hang. Then the lights go out. I try to get in the door but nobody is inside. Then I hear a snarl. A stray dog is baring its teeth and looking straight at me. I think, this is a dream! I try to stop the dog with dream control but I can't. It charges me jumps and just like hits the force field. Then I go inside, but I wake up sleeping in the office chair mumbling stuff in a lull like, " gotta remember this is a dream!" Then I think oh yeah I'm dreaming. A kid pokes out from my stairwell and says hi and I ignore him. I just immerse myself in my house, Feeling the blankets and walls and carpet. The I go in the kitchen and see a whole bunch of pills. I think to myself, if I take these pills I will turn into a centaur. But right as I'm about to take it my brother jumps out and scares me. I lose lucidity. Then I go and have this weird feeling that I need to write my dream down even though I was just lucid. While righting it down I couldn't think and I had another false awakening. Then I really woke up.






Notes: my third lucid dream so I'm really excited! I stabilized and almost used dream control... But that false awakening was weird. I've had them before but I just like woke up still thinking I was in that place and muttering I need to remember this is a dream.

Note: This is a part of a much longer dream, but this is the only part I can remember clearly.

The dream follows on from me and a group of people I don't know escaping a prison facility. We escape into a large mainly metal city, which has a very steam punk/futuristic look to it, with rusty brown buildings and smoke coming from vents etc. we are in orange jumpsuits, and are running from guards in black armour.
Note: I can kind of draw, so I will probably add sketches/illustrate these dreams at a later date.
After running away form a while I get separated from these two guys, and i make my way for quite a while, I manage to find a sort of futuristic police station and commandeer a flying ship (too hard to explain what it looked like) as I fly this ship away to rescue my friends, it transforms into a high tech steam punk glove that looks like a pointed foam finger, which I use to direct my flight over the city.
I land and lose the glove, as I find my friends chained in a line with other prisoners, who have been caught and beat up pretty bad.
I am caught as well and herded into a room where we are sorted into two groups, one group go to a normal prison because they were employed and had family.
I saw one of my friends from school was wearing a black jumpsuit who had obviously switched sides to work with the guards.

My group were to be sent to a lunatic asylum/test facility because we were unemployed and had no family that would miss us. We enter this facility and it actually looks pretty good, sort of like a luxury resort. I meet a girl from my old school and we start having a conversation about her favorite musician.
Then a woman walks in and orders everyone to get on the floor and put their hands on their head, adding that the first to do so would get $500. I comply, as does my friend, but there is a girl who is arguing and resisting the woman and the guards. The woman counts down from 3 and the guard executes her on the spot with a syringe filled with clear liquid.
Then we are told to sit in these seats, in rows like at a cinema. They were large, dark red and surprisingly comfortable.
I notice some more of my friends, all from different times in my life. I am called down to the front along with 5 or 6 other guys for the first experiment.

We gathered in a circle and we each held on to a large syringe in the middle filled with clear liquid. We were told to try force the syringe needle into the person opposite us, we all start pushing, and it's clear one guy is weaker than the rest as we target him.
The syringe punctures his neck, and I think he died from that. Then there was a second part of the experiment; we were told one of us will try to use the syringe again, this meant we had to decide whether or not to let go, because if we did, we could get injected. I take responsibility and make everyone else let go.
One guy is sweating and repeatedly glancing at the needle, so I break it off and put it in a bag, handing it to the guy in charge, feeling triumphant.

So when I was about 9, me and my friends always used to bully my neighbor (really mean I know. I regret it) but anyways, he still lives in the same house, I just live one road behind him, so in my dream, me and his brother were playing, then we started fighting. I beat him up really good and he went home. Crying. Then I woke up and I was writing in my dream journal about my dream, then I actually woke up.

I was in a luxurious hotel/building of some kind, with wood paneled walls and red/purple carpets. I am with a rag tag group of friends, old and new, from completely different places and times.
We were surrounded by a lot of military leaders and important people both from films/TV shows I had watched and from real life, such as Obama and other people who I knew were important.
Suddenly the dream is chaos as a number of assassinations start to take place; I see a group of these high ranking officials step into an elevator to plummet to their deaths, purple smoke fills the room and there are bodyguards and spies pulling out guns and starting a shoot out.

Me and my friends also pull out firearms and join in, covering behind a sort of lobby like desk. One of my friends shouted "Why can't we all be friends" then a man in a grey suit who I know is my ally, grabs another guy and jumps out the window, I grab a grey cushioned, steel frame chair and jump out after him (hoping to use the chair to break my fall I guess) we plummet a huge distance before landing, the chair crumples under me and I survive, but I feel like i have broken my ribs.

Looking around I have landed in a sunny park with people riding bikes/relaxing, I look back and see the building I jumped from, a huge grey tower block, with small windows. I can see the window from which I jumped.
Somehow I end up in a doctors office at a high tech lab called "Black Villain", probably for my ribs. I remember seeing a pale blue poster on the wall, advertising "Carbonatate" Headphones. I also see the doctors clipboard, which has a drawing of a ball, with a line across to a man who seems to be fist pumping, I can tell this is supposed to represent him in good health.

Morning of April 28, 2014. Monday.



There are three dreams in which there are no seriously more unusual or bizarre aspects as is sometimes the case. Still, they all take place in “wrong” locations relative to now as well as where people had actually been in the past in some cases.

In one, my wife and I are living back at Clayfield in our first apartment. There are a few mixed stacks of mostly plastic-coated place mats, photographs, and maps (I think more place mats than anything else). There are so many, I put some under the bed to go through later. My wife has a stack of smaller “screens” (tapestry canvases) for craft work of some kind. I do not want to get everything mixed up, but technically, it already is. The photographs, mostly black and white, seem to show scenes of people standing around in urban areas; mostly city sidewalks, from possibly New York in the 1930s. The place mats have a slightly different image on each one, but which appears to be the deck of a pirate ship in most cases with not that many features other than a row of small cannons on some. My wife goes out into the hallway from the kitchen and I start calling her because I am concerned about the strange people in the other apartments. I yell fairly loud but am not sure if she hears me.

Another dream involves some sort of video conference with my brother in the USA (Dennis). At the same time as the video conference, which seems related to some sort of party or holiday celebration, he is sending questions that seem of a forum thread in structure, but answering them himself (instead of allowing the others to) with various rude comments. Instead of computer print, however, it seems to appear more like handwriting. People in my wife’s family and their spouses are the ones at the actual location. We are at Clayfield again. The main scene involves a couple girls standing around talking (Bonnie and Kathy, I think). They have stringed wooden beads hanging all about their hair and when they nod or turn their head, there is a loud clacking noise.

In the final dream, my wife and I are living on Loomis Street (in my sister’s old house) though she has never been to the USA. We are having a nice evening, but then all the lights suddenly go off, which seems a bit ominous (rather than just being like a common power outage). I get the idea that it may be because someone cut off our power so that they could then rob us (assuming that there was a burglar alarm, as well as the dark disorienting us - but realistically, we would know our way around in our own house far more than a burglar, especially in the dark). I check outside and someone with an axe appears near the front door. Somehow, I manage to get the axe and keep swinging at “him” (I assume). However, I use the blunt back of the axe so that I do not accidentally chop his head off. Most of the time I miss his head, but he still just stands there. Eventually, uninjured, he seemingly goes to rob the house next door and seems to have the axe back again somehow.

A little later (I think there is some sort of distorted or incongruous “reset” at this point), I look south to the house next door and see someone walking around in the small front yard, which I believe is the same person. The person comes back over to our house and I feel there may be more trouble. My wife is calling the police at this point. It seems to be a younger slightly chubby male with short reddish hair and freckles. However, the person eventually seems to be Karen S (but thirty years or more younger, possibly only from about fifteen to eighteen or so, I am not sure) with rather short hair, who supposedly lives there with her parents (and I assume, her younger brother). In reality, she had never been to Wisconsin let alone lived in that house. The lights are on next door in every room (but I am not sure anyone had been home due to Karen needing to break into the place), so I know our power is off either on purpose or by a blown fuse. It seems strange because the person originally seemed taller than me and slightly muscular, but Karen is actually much shorter than average. She had been carrying a large axe, but does not seem threatening for the most part.

I find out (from her claims) that Karen had been supposedly trying to get into her house through some odd means that is not that clear or does not make much sense, as she said she had lost her keys; something about turning off an alarm and then getting in by breaking a window, but I am not quite sure why our electricity was cut off. Also, she was mostly just standing around or pacing about in the front yard and not seeming to attempt to actually get in that house in any way (being mostly only in the area between the sidewalk and house and never near the front door itself). She is seated on her knees on the floor near our front door and I tell my wife to tell the police that they do not have to come to the house (and somehow I hear the officer talking loudly and clearly over the telephone and seeming annoyed), but for some reason, Karen wants to be arrested, which makes no sense. She is talking about “losing her graffiti” and cries a bit about the wrong things she has done and how no one ever cared about her as she was growing up and going to school, which seems an excuse to be (or pointlessly act like) a juvenile delinquent. (None of this relates to anything real in any way, including any event in the past.) I try to make her less worried, but she insists on being “difficult” - and she says that she deserves all the trouble because of losing her keys and more to do with graffiti. (I get the impression that she is a graffiti artist, which almost seems like a high school class or college course at that point.) Time passes, and the police never show up. I look out into the streets a few times. Everything is dark and quiet.